Thugs can love (Completed)

Chapter 18

Shad POV

I've been kind of distracted lately. Paranoid more like it. All the shit that's going on never used to happen. Today, coach cut Saturday practice short because of some family emergency. I'm outside waiting for Malik. We were going to walk up the road first to get something to eat and then call Toya.

"Man something's not right," I told him on our way to get something from the RoadRunner up the street.

"What?"

"Everything that's going on right now. Your moms leaving, that shit with Toya, someone poisoning me. I mean shit was never this bad before."

"I've been thinking that same thing like forreal. Just two months ago we been siked for a chance at playoffs. Now I'm just scared that someone's trying to hurt Toya."

"Me too man. I can't lose her. I've lost my moms, my pops, and I'm losing my grandmother. Toya can't leave me." He patted my shoulder. If you know me you know how much I love my sister. We ordered our food and sat outside for a bit. I saw Rashid talking to some guy. "Look it's Rashid." We watched him sell weed to this guy. I figured that's what he does. I heard kids talking about it at school. "Wassup Rashid?"

"What it do little partners?" he came up to us and showed us love. Rashid has always been a cool dude. Other guys pick on us because of how young we are. He used to stick up for us. "Ain't y'all got practice today?"

"Nah coach called it short."

"Y'all need a ride?" Why not? It's better than wasting Toya's gas.

"Sure," we said. We hopped inside his car and headed out. "Rashid, you like my sister?" he does run around after her a lot. I don't mind, Malik might, but I don't.

"Yeah," he said. "She be actin crazy but I can handle her."

"You act like that and Toya gon handle you." I laughed at Malik.

Toya POV

Only good thing about Shad and Malik leaving me alone on Saturdays is giving me time to clean up without interruptions. I was enjoying myself listening to my favorite song, Lonely by my unfortunate deceased baby daddy Speaker Knockerz. I literally cried for like two weeks when I found out.

Started out with nothing I was hungry

Now I gotta couple niggas bitches on me

Fuck nigga I don't wanna be yo homie

I had to make a couple bands by my lonely (x4)

Fuck nigga I don't wanna be yo homie

All I wanna do is count comas

I had to make a couple bandz for the come up

Got kicked out the house I had not option

I was going through it with my momma

J-Jooggin and finessin had a playroll

Smoking weed dodgin feds cause my head hard (damn)

When I dropped out I said fuck all of y'all

Imagine pullin up to yo school in the best car

I was born in 94 I got the tattoo